Novel & Cerita Shweta Iyer

“One sister. Anika Suryavanshi. Final year in college. Lives at home.” “Financial status?” “Middle-class. No loans. No legal issues. No hidden assets. Savings are modest. Lifestyle is simple.” I leaned back slightly. Clean. Too clean. No scandals. No chaos. No drama. Just a structured, predictable family that functioned on routine and emotional stability. Aadhya didn’t come from broken spaces. She came from a world that worked. “And the proposal?” I asked. Suraj looked down at his screen again. “Name — Rohan Iyer. Software engineer based in Bangalore. Family approached Aadhya’s parents last week. He’s in Mumbai currently.”

Sahil Sharma's story is one of love, sacrifice, and determination, a testament to his unwavering commitment to his family and the profound influence he has had on the life of his daughter, Aditi Sharma. Sameera Sharma, a name that resonates with warmth and affection, is not just a mere housewife; she is the cornerstone of the Sharma household, where love and family values reign supreme. As the devoted wife of Sahil Sharma, she brings a sense of harmony and completeness to their home. However, her role extends far beyond just that of a homemaker; it is in her unwavering love for her husband Sahil and their cherished daughter, Aditi, that she truly finds her purpose and happiness.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

As Suhala gracefully slipped away into the crowd, Kabir seamlessly took her place beside Shanaya once again. When she turned to meet his eyes, she noticed the same bewilderment mirrored in his expression that resonated within her own thoughts. "What on earth just happened?" he whispered urgently, echoing Shanaya's own confusion. "I'm at a loss here. That was Anjali Bhatt, daughter of the famous actor Kartik Bhatt. She recently made her Bollywood debut. What is Dhruv doing with her?"

She was looking very beautiful in her black plunging neckline jumpsuit. "Thanks but Ananya is the one who maintain my house. You know what she is such a neat freak. " Shanaya replied. "Ohh really in that case Aakash is going to have a hard time. " Sakshi spoke. She was looking very pretty in her chiffon lavender dress. "You look beautiful " Vaani spoke while giving me a hug.

Thankyou <3 A. Gupta